<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204</id><updated>2012-01-26T10:38:59.686-02:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Clarissa Alcantara</title><subtitle type='html'>corpoemaprocesso / teatrodesessência</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-1362104001768338144</id><published>2011-08-10T12:00:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:07:24.898-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Livro CORPOALÍNGUA: performance e esquizoanálise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvKFRQPPM1Y/TkKdWTIQDsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dryT_SfM8Ow/s1600/c300857c4251def78617e81aebbcd4bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvKFRQPPM1Y/TkKdWTIQDsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dryT_SfM8Ow/s400/c300857c4251def78617e81aebbcd4bf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639242689838845634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascer  do esquecimento é uma operação, o modus filosofante de um teatro  desessência, uma filosofia que só pode funcionar no acontecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Filosofia do desejo. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimentar  agenciamentos: ‘‘procurem agenciamentos que lhes convenham’’; é o que  sai da voz plácida e rouca de Deleuze fazendo tremer muitos corpos. São  quatro dimensões, quatro componentes de agenciamento por onde corre o  desejo. Eis a ‘‘alegria prática do diverso’’, único motivo para  filosofar, e isto funciona, como funciona! Mas será que pode funcionar  como quando se brinca no briquitar da bricolagem?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;O  mesmo que dizer: para passar o tempo, entreter, distrair, discutir,  brigar, trabalhar pesado, pelejar, exigindo ocupar-se com rigor de  pequenas coisas e, ainda, ficar pensativo, preocupado, cismado, traçando  diretrizes, arquitetando, pensando demoradamente sobre um trabalho, um  fazer intermitente; bricolar, num movimento de ir e vir de uma arte de  inventar, de fabricar algo que, na prática, forma aí seu conceito. Assim  mesmo é que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;filosofia e teatro se atravessam maravilhosamente, e, transversos, riscam a linha por onde vai escapar esse teatro &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;desessência, produzido em semiótica mista, à resistência de corpos que não aguentam mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Editora CRV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.editoracrv.com.br/?f=produto_detalhes&amp;amp;pid=3263&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-1362104001768338144?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.editoracrv.com.br/?f=produto_detalhes&amp;amp;pid=3263' title='Livro CORPOALÍNGUA: performance e esquizoanálise'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/1362104001768338144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=1362104001768338144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/1362104001768338144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/1362104001768338144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2011/08/livro-corpoalingua-performance-e.html' title='Livro CORPOALÍNGUA: performance e esquizoanálise'/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvKFRQPPM1Y/TkKdWTIQDsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dryT_SfM8Ow/s72-c/c300857c4251def78617e81aebbcd4bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-3836159634811470778</id><published>2010-02-11T12:36:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:47:01.304-02:00</updated><title type='text'>OCCURSUS III - DEAMBULAÇÕES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/S3QYDUQddkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6WHLJxIclMA/s1600-h/occursus+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436997095399454274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/S3QYDUQddkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6WHLJxIclMA/s400/occursus+III.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/S3QX39Zi-6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/NQLmGWQUjNg/s1600-h/occursus+III2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436996900284988322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/S3QX39Zi-6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/NQLmGWQUjNg/s400/occursus+III2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-3836159634811470778?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/3836159634811470778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=3836159634811470778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/3836159634811470778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/3836159634811470778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2010/02/occursus-iii-deambulacoes.html' title='OCCURSUS III - DEAMBULAÇÕES'/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/S3QYDUQddkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6WHLJxIclMA/s72-c/occursus+III.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-4755002820747421339</id><published>2009-07-23T20:51:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:55:48.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'>N3Ps publicado em rede‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De: Clarissa Alcantara (clarissaalcantara@hotmail.com)&lt;br /&gt;Enviada: quinta-feira, 9 de julho de 2009 21:45:55&lt;br /&gt;Para: &lt;a href="mailto:mari_zippinotti@hotmail.com"&gt;mari_zippinotti@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="mailto:nikonosop@hotmail.com"&gt;nikonosop@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="mailto:matheus_silva84@yahoo.com.br"&gt;matheus_silva84@yahoo.com.br&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="mailto:clovpalco@yahoo.com.br"&gt;clovpalco@yahoo.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;passo horas sem saber como o tempo ainda gira. espaços um em cima do outro, na transparência do dia. aí estamos, hipermidiados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://n3ps-pesquisaperformance.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://n3ps-pesquisaperformance.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-4755002820747421339?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://n3ps-pesquisaperformance.blogspot.com' title='N3Ps publicado em rede‏'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/4755002820747421339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=4755002820747421339&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/4755002820747421339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/4755002820747421339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2009/07/n3ps-publicado-em-rede.html' title='N3Ps publicado em rede‏'/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-7654425983445816922</id><published>2009-07-09T12:08:00.025-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:00:19.214-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CORPOALÍNGUA: PERFORMANCE E ESQUIZOANÁLISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POS-DOUTORADO 2009 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Prog Estudos de Pós-Graduação em Psicologia Clínica, PUC/SP, Núcleo de Estudos da Subjetividade, com supervisão de Peter Pál Pelbart e auxílio da FAPESP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356524974835899826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SlYzFaOaHbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0_iT95jsoUg/s400/Semana_Artes+20capa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Teatro, filosofia, literatura, psicanálise são campos intercessores e emergentes a essa prática artística inaugurada em 1988 que se executa, hoje, como uma vivência performática no campo da arte da performance – objeto de pesquisa de mestrado, doutorado e pós-doutorado com o título teatro desessência / corpoemaprocesso. A natureza processual dessa experiência de pesquisa produz esse continuum com limites móveis e sempre deslocados. O presente projeto dirige-se ao estudo aprofundado do pensamento de Gilles Deleuze e Félix Guattari, cercando, principalmente, a idéia de corpo sem órgãos, termo apropriado de Antonin Artaud, e de esquizoanálise – análise simultânea das máquinas desejantes e dos seus investimentos sociais – inserida como parte operacional do fazer artístico. Estas noções transitam na práxis-teórica da experiência performática do teatro desessência: experiência do puro vivido que inscreve o corpo numa lógica das multiplicidades, fusão de relações em constante variação no exercício do viver em intensidade. CORPOALÍNGUA: PERFORMANCE E ESQUIZOANÁLISE é um experimento performático do aqui-agora, de onde o corpo nasce do esquecimento, pondo por terra seu discurso orgânico normativo, sócio-comunicativo dominante e a atividade de seu pensamento que só sabe agir como um Outro. No espaço, um corpoescritura inscreve uma fala subterrânea e rizomática, impelindo a linguagem ao seu ponto de suspensão, ao desconhecido – o fora da linguagem. No enlace e desenlace da língua e do desejo, balbucia alíngua no imanente ato criador, pensamento da carne em pleno acontecimento artístico coletivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356523807544415042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SlYyBdubk0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bz6Ezfvqu_I/s400/al%C3%ADnguaCl%C3%B3vis2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Performance e esquizoanálise são intercessoras de uma atividade criadora, descentrada e deslocada dos domínios constituídos. Não há nada para superar ou renunciar, trata-se de operar em uma zona mais profunda, pondo em marcha a produção desejante sobre o corpo sem órgãos e experimentar a fundo "a partir das forças do presente".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356523652109810210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SlYx4ar7uiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/V4lWA8RO0zg/s400/al%C3%ADnguaClarissa3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356523457982449746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SlYxtHgXSFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TaNx_j7fcsk/s400/LETRA2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356523283301529330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SlYxi8xL9vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/p9ZEOpjZjCY/s400/perfilBLOG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356522947659586082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SlYxPaZ6WiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0UszY8Ip1bM/s400/Semana_Artes+8occursus.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORPOALÍNGUA 4 X 4&lt;br /&gt;Clóvis Domingos, Matheus Silva, Nicolas Corres Lopes, Clarissa Alcantara&lt;br /&gt;V Semana de Artes da UFOP, Ouro Preto, maio de 2009&lt;br /&gt;Videoatoprocesso, Arte gráfica e edição de imagem: Clarissa Alcantara&lt;br /&gt;Imagens em vídeo do evento: Mariana Zippinotti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n3ps &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356522500962090994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SlYw1aU7f_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cJveHz25qXE/s400/n3ps_frutas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicolas Corres. Clóvis Domingos. Edson Duarte. Matheus Silva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356527246366455842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SlY1JoVfuCI/AAAAAAAAAII/qMJu1spARlo/s400/L%C3%ADricaImpuraIII.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edson Costa Duarte, &lt;em&gt;Lírica Impura III&lt;/em&gt;, 1. Ed, Rio de Janeiro: CBJE, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Cada uma das palavras de que se faz um drama, uma vez lançadas no tabuleiro de Deleuze, rodopiam e ganham um novo sentido ou evaporam alegremente em favor daquilo que pedia passagem e que cabe à filosofia experimentar a partir das forças do presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pál Pelbart. &lt;em&gt;Gilles, tu nous manques, mais on se débrouille,&lt;/em&gt; 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-7654425983445816922?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/7654425983445816922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=7654425983445816922&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/7654425983445816922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/7654425983445816922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2009/07/corpoalingua-performance-e.html' title='CORPOALÍNGUA: PERFORMANCE E ESQUIZOANÁLISE'/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SlYzFaOaHbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0_iT95jsoUg/s72-c/Semana_Artes+20capa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-1654578349577480994</id><published>2008-11-15T16:27:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:57:08.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTES CÊNICAS - UFOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SR8aBGCrXGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pLWOD6HiK_4/s1600-h/di%C3%A1rio%C3%AAxt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268958695150804066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SR8aBGCrXGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pLWOD6HiK_4/s400/di%C3%A1rio%C3%AAxt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ouro preto, 03 de julho de 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;escola de minas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;interpretação III - o ator como performer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;vídeoatoprocesso / sala 18 - sejamos cúmplices &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[inspirado em "CARTAS PARA O NUNCA" de Edson Costa Duarte]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SR8WjWRGANI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0mjFIlbIJfc/s1600-h/Figura1blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268954885575278802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SR8WjWRGANI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0mjFIlbIJfc/s400/Figura1blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SR8Yo67DR1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/f4VqqwC3tH8/s1600-h/m%C3%A3oescrita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 406px; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268957180337538898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SR8Yo67DR1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/f4VqqwC3tH8/s400/m%C3%A3oescrita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SR8e9K_gWqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AyD8t1BebKs/s1600-h/atoproc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268964125318339234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SR8e9K_gWqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AyD8t1BebKs/s400/atoproc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SR8aBGCrXGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pLWOD6HiK_4/s1600-h/di%C3%A1rio%C3%AAxt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-1654578349577480994?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/1654578349577480994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=1654578349577480994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/1654578349577480994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/1654578349577480994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2008/11/artes-cnicas-ufop.html' title='ARTES CÊNICAS - UFOP'/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OccopSQhw4M/SR8aBGCrXGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pLWOD6HiK_4/s72-c/di%C3%A1rio%C3%AAxt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-6251067378834719287</id><published>2007-10-10T18:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T01:23:56.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UFOP. OURO PRETO. MINAS GERAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/Rw1FzbN4FcI/AAAAAAAAACI/kUX9eEM735Y/s1600-h/doVAZIOedoPLENO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/Rw1FzbN4FcI/AAAAAAAAACI/kUX9eEM735Y/s400/doVAZIOedoPLENO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119825101171725762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;17 horas e 15 minutos. 25 de maio de 2007. sala 35&lt;br /&gt;Interpretação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;oVAZIOedoPLENO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/Rw2gp7N4FmI/AAAAAAAAADY/sooqyhOuerY/s1600-h/doVAZIOedoPLENO+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/Rw2gp7N4FmI/AAAAAAAAADY/sooqyhOuerY/s400/doVAZIOedoPLENO+34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119924993521096290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;clóvis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/Rw2a6bN4FgI/AAAAAAAAACo/ADJHjkPHlsA/s1600-h/doVAZIOedoPLENO+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/Rw2a6bN4FgI/AAAAAAAAACo/ADJHjkPHlsA/s400/doVAZIOedoPLENO+196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119918679919171074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;paola e matheus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/Rw2bJrN4FhI/AAAAAAAAACw/ejUMNFuVoOM/s1600-h/doVAZIOedoPLENO+45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/Rw2bJrN4FhI/AAAAAAAAACw/ejUMNFuVoOM/s400/doVAZIOedoPLENO+45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119918941912176146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;matheus e rodrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/Rw1GuLN4FdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GlvJZAK0XEk/s1600-h/doVAZIOedoPLENO+59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/Rw1GuLN4FdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GlvJZAK0XEk/s400/doVAZIOedoPLENO+59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119826110489040338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;patrícia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;o vazio esvaziado de vazio é o pleno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/Rw1AqrN4FXI/AAAAAAAAABg/zG1iViKGYiM/s1600-h/doVAZIOedoPLENO+texto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/Rw1AqrN4FXI/AAAAAAAAABg/zG1iViKGYiM/s400/doVAZIOedoPLENO+texto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119819453289731442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Não há nada para entender, trata-se de algo para fazer" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gilles Deleuze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-6251067378834719287?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/6251067378834719287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=6251067378834719287&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/6251067378834719287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/6251067378834719287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2007/10/ufop-ouro-preto-minas-gerais.html' title='UFOP. OURO PRETO. MINAS GERAIS'/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/Rw1FzbN4FcI/AAAAAAAAACI/kUX9eEM735Y/s72-c/doVAZIOedoPLENO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-3266706023964362206</id><published>2007-03-16T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T10:33:11.525-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;clique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://procespaces.spaces.live.com/"&gt;processoespaço: teatro desessência&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-3266706023964362206?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/3266706023964362206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=3266706023964362206&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/3266706023964362206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/3266706023964362206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-em-experimentao.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-1185406504736473052</id><published>2007-03-12T11:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:03:49.382-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PÓS-DOC / 2005-2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;corpoemaprocesso/teatrodesessência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;experiência performática em ciberespaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/RfViejiIDWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bW8vXki6IJw/s1600-h/tatotetotela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041043634985110882" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/RfViejiIDWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bW8vXki6IJw/s400/tatotetotela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A pesquisa é, antes de tudo, um processo, o processo de uma experiência (considerando o rigor necessário ao uso desta palavra). Esta determinada experiência carrega em si um movimento permanente, mas necessariamente descontínuo, nitidamente delimitado, de relações multiplicáveis em campos diversos, onde princípio e fim são pontos sempre em recuo. Observa-se que, conforme a linha por onde transita o sujeito da pesquisa, tal processo irrompe com o objeto em seu avesso, e o que está justamente posto à luz da questão é o obscuro malabarismo da relação sujeito/objeto dando consistência à interioridade insólita da experiência de pesquisa. Sob a instância da exterioridade extrema das operações lógicas, a pesquisa é atingida por uma exigência específica: a de expandir e consolidar o desconhecido do espaço interior, a problemática da interioridade, na experiência do ciberespaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;Esta pesquisa implica uma leitura de processo, cuja operação vem sendo investigada desde minha graduação em Filosofia, estendendo-se de forma mais precisa no Mestrado em Teoria Literária e, consequentemente, de modo mais decisivo, no Doutorado com a tese &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;corpoemaprocesso / teatrodesessência&lt;/span&gt;. Filosofia e Literatura costuram-se aí às fibras de um tecido exposto ao avesso, a um texto transverso: trata-se da escritura muscular de um corpo próprio sempre em metamorfose, sendo ele mesmo a linguagem, sendo ele mesmo o discurso e o suporte de leitura ao labiríntico pensamento contemporâneo. A linguagem, ela mesma processo de invenção do conhecimento, quando transpassada pela experiência física, particular, subjetiva de um corpo próprio, é tomada como um objeto visível e tátil em seu contorno, mas cujo interior é de natureza evidentemente desconhecida. Disto, resulta a relação de sujeito/objeto como possibilidade que se cria para além do conhecido, excedendo o limite, o possível do conhecimento, à experiência que se oferece fora da linguagem, considerando que “ir ao término”, como diz Georges Bataille, “significa pelo menos isto: que o limite, que é o conhecimento como fim, seja ultrapassado”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. Corpo e Labirinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/RfVkxTiIDYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xsYGA2KhHm0/s1600-h/riotempo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041046156130913666" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/RfVkxTiIDYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xsYGA2KhHm0/s400/riotempo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/RfVjWjiIDXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FXrwfULNS44/s1600-h/ClarissaSite-baixa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041044597057785202" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/RfVjWjiIDXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FXrwfULNS44/s400/ClarissaSite-baixa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="MARGIN-TOP: 0cm; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Define-se o traço gráfico que o objeto/tese apresentará no espaço eletrônico. A exploração do desejo aparece como possível função à arquitetura do sistema interativo. Avançar, errar, voltar, retornar, movimentos que requerem o &lt;i&gt;abandonar-se à magia do desvio&lt;/i&gt;. A regra (ou a possibilidade maior) é o perder-se no ato de explorar ao máximo as encruzilhadas. Não é possível desejar, sem fazer uma experimentação inevitável, feita no momento em que se começa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;2. Performance: teatrodesessência: o possível [n]do limbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/RfVggjiIDUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uqvqLif7y1g/s1600-h/objetotesetesteII.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 381px; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041041470321593666" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/RfVggjiIDUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uqvqLif7y1g/s320/objetotesetesteII.gif" width="351" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;ul style="MARGIN-TOP: 0cm" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Limbo: orla, borda, rebordo, lugar para o esquecimento, de onde é impossível recuperar o trajeto. Retornar é girar em torno do diferente. Tem-se apenas o contorno luminoso, aonde o traçado vai sendo tecido no momento da navegação. O viajante poderá registrar as posições alcançadas, mas não necessariamente na ordem sucessiva, e uma outra escritura vai sendo criada à margem, à extremidade da superfície: um produto de funcionamento imediato. Estar em disponibilidade de poema: assim executa-se a performance do teatrodesessência, o ato/processo, o videoatoprocesso, assim dá-se a experiência do corpoemaprocesso em ciberespaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;3. Corpoemaprocesso: corpobjeto/virtual, fragmento de si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/RfVrTziIDZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j4aHWD8k3QQ/s1600-h/tela1-l%27etoffe+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 544px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041053345906167186" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/RfVrTziIDZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j4aHWD8k3QQ/s400/tela1-l%27etoffe+I.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Corpobjeto/virtual: o que tem possibilidade de se realizar, o que pode se atualizar. O corpoemaprocesso é uma atualização/criação em ato/processo que estabelece relação com a impossiblidade do imediato. No ato, a presença do corpo alimenta sua ausência potencial, o virtual, fragmento de si mesmo, solto do aqui e agora e presente em cada uma de suas versões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/RfVsLjiIDcI/AAAAAAAAABM/LDkgRLEWFSs/s1600-h/olhovidrado+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041054303683874242" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/RfVsLjiIDcI/AAAAAAAAABM/LDkgRLEWFSs/s400/olhovidrado+II.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OccopSQhw4M/RfVrmDiIDaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tVOiSX2sLj8/s1600-h/tela1-l%27etoffe+I-vis%C3%A3o+aluc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041053659438779810" border="0" alt="" 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rgb(255,204,102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;objeto/tese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;teatrodesessência/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;corpoemaprocesso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/704553/docsemtese2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/542123/docsemtese2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/617297/P4240018-REST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/899642/P4240018-REST.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;versão 1a. do objeto/tese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;impressão digital em tecido: quatro rolos de tiras de 40 cm de largura e 16m de comprimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/660993/P2180037-RESTred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/990403/P2180037-RESTred.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/82226/P2170025-RESTred.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/229801/P2170025-RESTred.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;versão 2a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;do objeto/tese&lt;br /&gt;couro e papel, diâmetro 1m2., quatro livros fixos às hastes, impressos em papel casca de ovo, páginas dobradas em sanfona amarradas com tiras de couro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/521253/dedicat??ria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/709575/dedicat%3F%3Fria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/717659/carta??WDP2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/267705/carta%3F%3FWDP2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/862848/WDP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/255880/WDP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/781833/carta??WDP3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/180404/carta%3F%3FWDP3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/936850/Quadro%20isolado%201-%202rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/519658/Quadro%20isolado%201-%202rest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/332897/ret??rica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/729332/ret%3F%3Frica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/858077/videoatoprocesso%20I-red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/557803/videoatoprocesso%20I-red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;realizado para qualificação de tese em 23 de outubro de 2003&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;corpovídeografia do objeto/tese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;imagem: Rosana Cacciatore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;edição: Clarissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/1543/videoatoprocesso%20II-red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/503819/videoatoprocesso%20II-red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;texto de Maurice Blanchot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;realizado em Paris, fevereiro de 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;imagem: Rosana Cacciatore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;fotografia e edição: Clarissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/726783/videoatoprocesso%20III-red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/346543/videoatoprocesso%20III-red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;texto de Antonin Artaud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;realizado em Paris entre maio e junho de 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;com Silvain Tanguerel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;imagem e edição: Clarissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/445287/resumo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/785107/resumo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/238955/Quadro%20isolado%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/732835/Quadro%20isolado%201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;imagem: Matilde Haa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEATRODESSÊNCIA/CORPOEMAPROCESSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tede.ufsc.br/teses/PLIT0240.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.tede.ufsc.br/teses/PLIT0240.pdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-116492741156543223?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/116492741156543223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=116492741156543223&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116492741156543223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116492741156543223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2006/11/objetotese-doutorado-2001-2005.html' title='DOUTORADO / 2001-2005'/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-116484214937130035</id><published>2006-11-29T20:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:31:12.266-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ato/processo ii rito i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/590514/ritoOVO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/672096/ritoOVO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/792490/ritoOVO2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/520845/ritoOVO2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/96180/ritoOVO2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/179967/ritoOVO2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/350555/ritoOVO2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/884939/ritoOVO2c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/182383/ritoOVO2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/491957/ritoOVO2d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 3.2pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102);font-family:'Trebuchet MS';" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;dezembro de 2002, no sobrado amarelo do Pântano do Sul, Florianópolis.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 3.2pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102);font-family:'Trebuchet MS';" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Participaram deste ato/processo: Marina Moros (vídeoatuação), Nena Melo (atuação), Elen (atuação), Hugo (experimentação sonora, com guitarra e instrumentos de sopro e percussão) e Sandra Alves (fotoatuação).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 3.2pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102);font-family:'Trebuchet MS';" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ato/processo ii rito i utilizou como objeto matriz cascas de ovos espalhadas pelo espaço. Recebe a denominação de &lt;i&gt;rito&lt;/i&gt;, pelo fato de tornar o espaço cotidiano, de residência, um espaço de cerimônia de passagem à vivência performática: experiência de arrebatamento, êxtase corporal. O ovo vazio é, não só objeto simbólico marcando o oco do princípio e fim, mas também objeto físico a ser devorado, o próprio corpo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 3.2pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102);font-family:'Trebuchet MS';" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;“O ovo é uma exteriorização”, diz Clarice Lispector em “O ovo e a galinha”. “Ter uma casca é dar-se – o ovo desnuda (...) – Quem se aprofunda num ovo, quem vê mais do que a superfície do ovo, está querendo outra coisa: está com fome.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 3.2pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102);font-family:'Trebuchet MS';" &gt;Este ato/processo se fez como investigação para &lt;i&gt;As últimas sonatas XX em primitivus quadrus quatru – uma lenda&lt;/i&gt;, peça teatral escrita em 1996 e que dá prosseguimento des-contínuo à pesquisa do corpoemaprocesso, estando no limiar e excedendo o limite, entre as margens da margem da tese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 3.2pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/395437/ritoOVO1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/314180/ritoOVO1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153);font-family:'Trebuchet MS';" &gt;fotografia sandra alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-116484214937130035?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/116484214937130035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=116484214937130035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116484214937130035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116484214937130035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2006/11/atoprocesso-ii-rito-i.html' title='Ato/processo ii rito i'/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-116474857551942101</id><published>2006-11-28T15:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:36:17.083-02:00</updated><title type='text'>mestrado / 1999-2000</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;o poema avoluma.doc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;teatro de essência / poema processo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;à Therezinha Pinheiro de Carvalho, &lt;i&gt;viajante náufraga vidente&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que me fez vivo e concreto o teatro e trouxe-me pela mão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wlademir Dias-Pino, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;estirando meus músculos para dentro do poema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/clalivro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/clalivro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/cla8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 106.2pt; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-INDENT: 10.8pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/clalivro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"Quero&lt;/span&gt; fazer uma arte móvel, mas principalmente, para o músculo do homem. Uma arte que tenha rigor. Mas de uma geometria do acrobático. O desencadeamento do lúdico, mas obedecendo uma ordem biológica. Uma expressão corporal, mas sem representação. Assim é que ao correr dentro do labirinto branco, o homem se sacode interiormente (já independente da “obra de arte”), com os músculos em sintonia com a respiração. Uma arte olfativa, mas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;principalmente, respiratória. (...) É um outro nível de leitura, um outro ato de virar das páginas”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wlademir Dias-Pino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center" face="courier new"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center" face="courier new"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/bolha.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/bolha.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 106.2pt; TEXT-INDENT: 10.8pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/cla8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;carta à Wlademir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;24 de abril. 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;corre um fio porque minha coluna descobre que não sei simplesmente falar. E isto é o melhor de todas as coisas já ditas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tentei refazer o argumento e só encontro o signo vazio do círculo, cerebralizando a fala por todo o corpo. A voz passa ser percussão, corda e caixa se quebrando uma na outra. o que meus olhos descobrem é tudo o que eu já havia visto, quando não sabia que via, respirava, existia. Era mesmo e só a coisa vista - sendo ela o espaço inteiro por onde residia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tenho nas mãos &lt;i&gt;Teoria da Poesia Concreta&lt;/i&gt; dos três A, H e D. Ainda parada na página 09 fico lendo o Décio dizendo: &lt;i&gt;“ Todo o poema autêntico é uma aventura - uma aventura planificada”, &lt;/i&gt;enquanto penso o tempo inteiro no volume do poema em forma orgânica desorganizada. Tudo isto sendo só um processo se dando nos círculos do ato. Achei teu nome citado, mas preciso encontra-lo mais extenso, exposto, lido em linhas seguidas de sintaxes propositais. Verás, pelo programa de uma das disciplinas que estou cursando - &lt;i&gt;o texto sonoro&lt;/i&gt; - que entramos no universo do &lt;i&gt;poema vocal &lt;/i&gt;pelas mãos da poesia concreta; a porta para abrir os ouvidos a John Cage - música aleatória ou indeterminada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;i face="courier new"&gt;VERBIVOCOVISUAL, &lt;/i&gt;diz meu professor, é poesia do século XX. Então pensei, &lt;i&gt;poema/processo&lt;/i&gt; é também &lt;i&gt;teatro de essência&lt;/i&gt;, estão um dentro do outro na origem do &lt;i&gt;Livro Contemporâneo&lt;/i&gt; - coisa de XXI !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: courier new; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/finicius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/finicius.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marina Moros se scaneia. Pé, dorso, braço, mão, rosto...ela vem em pedaços compondo o texto dessa dissertação, via e-mail, aleatoriamente, durante o processo da escrita. Leitura &lt;i&gt;verbivisual&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ela surge como a presença indeterminada do &lt;i&gt;puro interlocutor vidente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center" face="courier new"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/in..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/320/in..0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/as.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;corpoema da cor vermelha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;vídeo/ato/processo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: courier new; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/Backup_de_v??deo2Figura1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/Backup_de_v%3F%3Fdeo2Figura1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/cla8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/cla8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/capa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/capa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/corverm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/corverm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fotografia marina moros &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)A AVE VOA RETO CO 2) MO UM 3) CORTE 4) A ALTURA 5) DE 6) SEU GOSTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“a curva amarGa SEU Vôo e fecha UM TempO com Sua fOrma.” – “O GESTO”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[fragmento do slogan do livro-poema A AVE (1956) de Wlademir Dias-Pino] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-116474857551942101?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/116474857551942101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=116474857551942101&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116474857551942101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116474857551942101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2006/11/mestrado-1999-2000.html' title='mestrado / 1999-2000'/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-116473509091701212</id><published>2006-11-28T15:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T15:31:31.413-02:00</updated><title type='text'>das múltiplas [in]possibilidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/espa%3F%3Fousia-capa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/espa%3F%3Fousia-capa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-116473509091701212?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-116431758457007164</id><published>2006-11-23T19:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T02:38:57.232-03:00</updated><title type='text'>espetáculo teatral LIS LI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/1600/869330/lisli-gr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6192/4221/400/353939/lisli-gr2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/lisli.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/lisli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;Quem aparece fotografando no espelho é Sheila Hameister. O ator que contracena comigo é Aceves Moreno. Este espetáculo nasceu entre a casa da praia da Armação em Florianópolis, em 1992, a chácara de Morro Redondo, 1993, e o 4o. andar do edifício da Anchieta, apartamento da Sheila, em Pelotas. Foi lá que Aceves e eu, arredando os móveis da sala, concebemos a última versão do espetáculo em agosto de 1995. Tudo começou com uma leitura em voz alta de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,153); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:100%;" &gt;Água vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;feita pela Vitória na casa da Armação, em Florianópolis. Daí em diante Clarice Lispector passou a ser pensamento da carne grudado ao meu osso. Comecei por uma colagem de textos de três livros da Clarice: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,153); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:100%;" &gt;Água Viva, Perto do coração selvagem e Maça no escuro (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;pedaços, fragmentos de um "mesmo")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,153); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:100%;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;O espetáculo originalmente se chamava Lispector Lis Li. Fiquei dois meses no Rio de Janeiro tramitando os direitos autorais e depois aguardando por um longo tempo a resposta. A demora foi tanta que decidi estrear, em junho de 1995, no I Circuíto de Teatro de Pelotas, Teatro Sete de Abril, contracenando com Deisi Rodrigues, fantástica atriz de espaços abertos e minha colega na Filosofia (nossa única apresentação juntas). A carta do filho da Clarice chega no dia seguinte, pedindo um valor inviável, tornando impossível a continuidade do espetáculo, já inscrito no X Festival de Teatro de Pelotas que ocorreria dali a um mês. Retirei o texto da Clarice e inseri outro texto, desta vez meu, sem mudar a estrutura cênica: o nome do espetáculo passa a ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,153); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:100%;" &gt;Lis Li, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;selecionado como melhor espetáculo para a fase internacional do Festival de Teatro. Aceves e eu ainda fizemos outras apresentações em Pelotas, Florianópolis e Curitba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-116431758457007164?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/116431758457007164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=116431758457007164&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116431758457007164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116431758457007164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2006/11/espetculo-teatral-lis-li.html' title='espetáculo teatral LIS LI'/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-116422393497819494</id><published>2006-11-22T17:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T18:00:52.116-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Espetáculo Hermafrodito - 1990</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/hermafrodito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/hermafrodito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/hermafrodito1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/hermafrodito1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/hermafrodito2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/hermafrodito2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/hermafrodito4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/hermafrodito4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/hermafrodito3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/hermafrodito3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hermafrodito &lt;/i&gt;é a primeira experiência performática do teatro de essência (uma desessência: movimento que se desfaz da totalidade da origem e é intensidade para todos os lados), &lt;i&gt;som-corpo, palavra-corpo, espaço-corpo. &lt;/i&gt;Um monólogo de 50 min, com cenário e figurino de Zoé Degani, peça musical de Valéria Venturine,&lt;i&gt; Música do silêncio – Parte II – Água&lt;/i&gt;, concebido em 1990 e apresentado nas cidades de Rio Grande, Pelotas e Porto Alegre. Nesta experiência, o corpo é matéria física e sonora da palavra no espaço, o movimento rompe limites da forma e desaparece com o texto, as linguagens circulam no corpo e se excedem. &lt;i&gt;Hermafrodito&lt;/i&gt; é o ser que nasce de uma versão mitológica [mito grego Hermaphródito, filho de Hermes e Afrodite], símbolo da hibridação em potencial das grandes polaridades que circundam os opostos, concentrada dentro de um só indivíduo. O público, no máximo cinqüenta pessoas, é inserido no espaço cênico, através de um túnel que expõe cinco painéis fotográficos em seqüência: imagens captadas pelo vídeo das etapas do desvelamento da personagem. Misturando suportes no espaço-tempo do ato, as fotos expõem o processo da metamorfose já vivido, assim como o pequeno livro oferecido à entrada: fragmentos de um diário sem data que circunscreve a experiência em torno da personagem. Hermafrodito&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;apresenta-se com o corpo todo coberto por uma massa pastosa, feita de um material fibroso, tecido úmido, semelhante a uma cartilagem, ficando visíveis somente os olhos e a boca. Durante os 50 min, ele se mantém numa espécie de cela obscura, na qual o público está inserido de forma não ordenada em cadeiras ou mesmo no chão, diante do restrito espaço da personagem. No centro deste espaço há um colchão d’água onde Hermafrodito vive seu nascimento-desvelamento como uma metamorfose. A sala é iluminada por velas apoiadas em conchas e colheres de metal presas na parede. À frente do espaço onde permanece a personagem, há uma mangueira transparente pela qual corre ininterruptamente um líquido verde que perpassa bacias de alumínio contendo longas velas brancas acesas. Hermafrodito sendo o próprio ruído de si mesmo nascendo feito mito no rito, vai se decompondo no ato à medida que expõe o estado de efusão das dicotomias corpo-espírito, sujeito-objeto, presença-ausência. É círculo fechado, cobra mordendo a própria cauda. A palavra, segundo o léxico, pode terminar tanto com “a” como com “o”&lt;i&gt;; &lt;/i&gt;no entanto, &lt;i&gt;Hermafrodito&lt;/i&gt;, neste caso, é como verbo na primeira pessoa do singular: eu hermafrodito.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"somente quem profana os templos&lt;br /&gt;conhece o sagrado&lt;br /&gt;o sabor de nada ter nem ser"&lt;br /&gt;Mariza Legemann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v /&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata title="MVC-885F" src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Clarissa\CONFIG~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-116422393497819494?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/116422393497819494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=116422393497819494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116422393497819494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116422393497819494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2006/11/espetculo-hermafrodito-1990.html' title='Espetáculo Hermafrodito - 1990'/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-116422188915452479</id><published>2006-11-22T16:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:08:40.328-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaio facenua: 2a. investigação fotográfica. (1988)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/facenua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/facenua.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Este ensaio foi realizado no meu quarto, na casa da Benjamin em Pelotas. Partiu-se de um poema que Sheila Hameister reinscreve  em ações instantâneas e fragmentadas, criando uma escrita corporal imagética. Enquanto fotografava, Eduardo Chaffe segurava a lâmpada de cabeceira e jogava pingos de tinta preta sobre ela, depois água. Ela, desnudada, inundava-se de luz líquida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; 2a. exposição individual de fotografia apresentada em Rio Grande/RS, 1988.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-116422188915452479?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/116422188915452479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=116422188915452479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116422188915452479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116422188915452479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2006/11/ensaio-facenua-2a-investigao.html' title='Ensaio facenua: 2a. investigação fotográfica. (1988)'/><author><name>Clarissa Alcantara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18362779319150086066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/ot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37556204.post-116352501400595702</id><published>2006-11-14T15:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:22:34.818-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaio Olaria: 1a. investigação fotográfica. (1988)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/olaria4ref.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/olaria4ref.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/olaria1ref.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/olaria1ref.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/olaria3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/olaria3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/1600/olaria2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/4221/400/olaria2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laura Helena Leão, 23 anos, Gustavo Alcantara Brod, 8 anos, estão aí como personagens de si mesmos, inseridos no cenário real de uma olaria em ruínas, na cidade de Pelotas, numa tarde de maio de 1988. Sem partir de nenhum tipo de representação, os dois se fizeram envolver apenas pela circunstância atípica e extracotidiana. Uma mulher e uma criança criam, espontaneamente, uma relação sutil e independente, permitindo um estado visionário: a vertigem de uma presença extemporânea. As fotografias em preto e branco, posteriormente, receberam a interferência da cor e foram emolduradas numa caixa preta, podendo-se testar, na exposição da imagem, o efeito do isolamento cênico criando a atmosfera surreal dessa ausência-presença. Este ensaio inaugura a experiência do teatro desessência.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1a. exposição individual de fotografia apresentada em Porto Alegre, Rio Grande, Pelotas e Florianópolis/SC (1988 - 1991).&lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37556204-116352501400595702?l=clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/feeds/116352501400595702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37556204&amp;postID=116352501400595702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116352501400595702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37556204/posts/default/116352501400595702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarissaalcantara.blogspot.com/2006/11/ensaio-olaria-1a-investigao-fotogrfica.html' title='Ensaio Olaria: 1a. investigação fotográfica. 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